Chapter 14: Homeward Bound
Jane arrived at Maura's cabin a few minutes later and politely knocked on the door. When there wasn't an immediate answer, she popped her head in. Maura was lying on her bed, engrossed in a book.
"Hey there," she said, announcing her presence. Maura looked up and smiled
"Hi," she replied simply. "Did you talk to your mom?" Jane nodded a bit despondently. Maura sensed the change in her body language. "I gather it didn't go so well?"
"Not so much. But on the upside, she did say you were welcome to come back home with me and stay for a while. Knowing my mom, she probably doesn't care how long you stay. I don't know how soon you want to get back to France, but you're welcome to stay as long as you'd want to. I know I don't want you to return any sooner than you have to," Jane admitted.
A genuine smile stretched slowly across Maura's face. Her girlfriend could be so sweet. "Thank you Jane. I would love to meet your family and spend time with you and with them."
Jane was glad Maura took the news so well. She suspected that Maura was deeply disappointed, but she knew that Maura had been brought up too much like a lady for anyone to be able to pick out the sadness when she could cover it up. Jane figured that Maura thought it would be a long shot anyway.
Changing topics, Jane grabbed the book Maura was reading. "So what do you have your nose buried in now?"
The next week was a blur for everyone. The remaining two sleep-away trips went off without a hitch, which left Bobbi, Jane, and Maura more time to hang out in the evenings since their obligation to chaperone was over. They'd play Scrabble or cards or just hang out and talk, usually roping in one of their roommates that wasn't on the trip into the fun.
Jane and Bobbi also filled their last week talking up the "big game" that they were planning for when the parents arrived to pick up their kids that weekend. Essentially the best girls would make up two teams and they would play a game for the parents. There were a variety of activities that the coaches and counselors were planning to help the kids showcase some of the skills they had learned at camp. Jane and Bobbi had tryouts and picked out the best ones from the group.
Parents weekend was finally upon them. The campground swelled with pot-bellied dads and doting mothers. It was fascinating to see and meet the parents of the kids they'd been working with for months. Jane got a kick out of witnessing the small things that parents and child would have in common, like the way they stood or their eyes or the way they talked. Sometimes it was obvious who was related and sometimes it was an absolute mystery.
The big softball game was a hit. The parents loved seeing their girls play the game, and many of the kids who hadn't made the team came out to support their friends or introduce Jane and Bobbi to their folks. In addition to the game that Bobbi and Jane had organized, there were many activities for the kids to shuttle their parents around to – arts and crafts, soccer, swimming, as well as giving them a tour of the camp, showing them their bunks and the mess hall, and taking them on hikes.
But even wonderful, action packed days must come to a close. Dusk brought Jane waving to the campers she had gotten to know over the last eight weeks. Their parents were laden down with suitcases or trunks while the back-packed campers carried their last arts and crafts projects or the favorite pillow that they'd brought from home. Cars and SUVs kicked up dust on the way out of the parking lot. By nightfall, an eerie silence had fallen over the camp.
The staff gathered around the bonfire. It was tradition. Once the last camper left, someone would start gathering wood, a blaze quickly growing. Unlike at the beginning of camp, where anticipation ran high and time seemed to stretch in a long, lazy path before them, the end of camp always seemed a little sad. There were no more kids running around to try and keep in line, or to soothe when they got scared. The next day would involve packing up the camp and all its supplies for another year until they came back.
At the bonfire, the staff swapped stories of their favorite moments, or their most challenging campers, the memories that they would take with them. They talked about what they were excited about next, where they would be going home to, and whether or not they'd be returning next year. Maura sat next to Jane, holding her hand under a sweater she had brought with her, just in case the evening turned chilly. She was happy to be this close to Jane, and to hear all the stories of how the kids got into scrapes; scrapes that she usually ended up seeing and needing to fix or wrap.
The next day was an absolute bore. Packing always sucked, in Jane's opinion, and the vibe around the camp was that everyone else pretty much agreed. People kept to themselves and packed up the gear they were responsible for. Even the food was pretty lame. Out came all of the random things that hadn't been enough to pack away or that would spoil, so it didn't really congeal into a meal so much as many snacks or mismatched main dishes that you were left to put together and eat.
At lunch, Maura, Jane and Bobbi had met up and agreed to spend the evening packing up their own personal stuff. Maura would come hang out with Bobbi and Jane while they packed, and then they'd move to Maura's cabin and return the favor. Packing was such a dull task, they agreed that they'd have more fun if they were together. It also had the added benefit of ensuring that they were all ready to go the next morning when Bobbi drove them all back to Boston.
The evening passed quickly, with Bobbi and Jane joking back and forth, keeping Maura laughing. She envied their easy friendship born out of many years together. After Maura had packed, Bobbi made up some excuse about needing her driving rest and headed back to her cabin. Jane watched Bobbi's retreating backside, impressed that once again her best bud seemed to read her mind that she wanted some alone time with her girl. This would be their last night at the camp together before she released the Rizzoli clan on unsuspecting Maura. Boy, I hope this is a good idea, she thought, feeling a chill of worry run through her blood.
"Wanna go for a walk? Say good-bye to all our old haunts?" Jane suggested. Maura nodded, taking her girlfriend's outstretched hand and leaving the cabin.
"Quite a summer, huh?" Jane asked, once they were walking along the shore of the lake.
"Indeed," Maura agreed, squeezing her hand. She never would have fathomed that the summer would have turned out like this. "I'm excited to meet your family. Do you think they'll like me?"
Jane chuckled. "I think that they will. I hope you'll like them too. We are an interesting bunch, to say the least."
"I like interesting!"
"Well, then, you'll like us. At least, I hope you will."
Maura actually was hoping for much more. She still hadn't given up on the idea of Jane and her in Paris….not quite yet.
Bobbi, Jane, and Maura piled in Bobbi's car about mid-morning and headed back home. The car ride was easy and Bobbi was familiar with the roads and the good places to stop for restroom breaks and lunch. They made good time and arrived at the Rizzoli household by mid-afternoon.
Jane's mom came rushing out of the house as Jane was pulling her suitcase and Maura's from the trunk.
"My baby! You're home!" and Jane found herself nearly knocked over with a frantic and engulfing hug from Mrs. Rizzoli.
"Hi Ma. Good to see you too," she deadpanned. Finally releasing her, Mrs. Rizzoli turned and gave Bobbi a hug before finally seeing Maura, who had shyly hung back from the welcome.
Seeing the hesitation in her girlfriend, Jane gently guided her by the hand, leading her over to Angela. "Ma, this is Maura, the girl I was telling you about. Maura, this is my Ma, Angela Rizzoli."
"Maura, it is a pleasure to meet you!" she enthused, bypassing Maura's outstretched hand and engulfing her in a warm hug. Taken back momentarily, Maura quickly found her bearings and returned the hug. It was so nice to be hugged by a mother!
"Ma, let her breathe, would ya?" Jane chastised, and Maura disappointedly felt the hug evaporate.
"Oh! I'm sorry Maura. I'm a big hugger, and Janie's told me such wonderful things about you. Here, let me get your brothers to help with the stuff. You girls come in and tell me all about your summer!"
Frankie and Tommy tumbled out of the house at that moment, also excited to see their long absent sister. More hugs exchanged, though with some good-natured shoving and jostling, just so no one got too sentimental about the whole "welcome back" thing. Pleased with the pretty girl that Jane had managed to drag home, Frankie and Tommy tried to one up each other on bringing in the most bags at one time. Jane tried to hold back her laughter as Maura expressed concern that they might hurt themselves.
"The only thing they'll hurt is their pride, trust me," she whispered. "And possibly our stuff. Let them go at it. It'll mean less work for us anyway." She could still see the worried look in Maura's eyes, but knew her brothers and she knew she had nothing to worry about. "Hey Bobbi, you wanna stay for awhile? Maybe stay for dinner?"
Bobbi grinned, but was already at the driver's side door. "You know I'd love to, but I've left my mom home alone for all summer. I suspect she'd probably like to see me, too. You guys have fun! I'll catch up with you later." She hopped back in the car and the engine roared down the street.
"Here we go," she whispered again to Maura as they made their way into the house, the echoes of Angela yelling at the boys to be careful with their things and to take them upstairs immediately. Maura felt her stomach flip as she followed Jane into the house, gulping down her nervous energy.
Jane glanced over at Maura and saw the worried look on her face. "C'mon. Let's go up to my room and make sure all our stuff made it. With my brothers, you never know."
They walked in on an impromptu wrestling match on the floor of her bedroom between Tommy and Frankie. "What are you doing?" Jane asked, astounded that her brothers had managed to embarrass her within fifteen minutes of her arriving home. They both looked up from the holds they were struggling with around each other.
"Tommy thought he brought up more luggage than me, but he didn't, and then he tried to say his weighed more, but it didn't, and uh…we thought we'd settle this the old fashioned way," Frankie replied, tightening his chokehold for emphasis.
"Well go finish it somewhere besides my bedroom before you break something!"
Immediately picking up on the glare in Jane's eyes, they immediately released each other and quickly stumbled out of her room, pushing each other along the way. Jane overheard Tommy chiding Frankie that he was winning, and she knew it would be a matter of seconds before they were both in chokeholds again.
"Sorry about that," Jane said, turning to find a near-laughing Maura. "What? It isn't funny! They always act like that! You should be thankful that you don't have brothers." At that, Maura couldn't hold back her giggles any more. Jane didn't see what was so funny, but she was glad that Maura wasn't put off by it.
"Being an only child, I've never been around siblings before. It seems like such fun."
"Fun? Are you kidding? It's a pain in the ass is what it is. At least you have solitude and silence when you want it. Those two are always stomping around and breaking stuff or eating everything in sight." Even through her rant, Maura could clearly see the affection that Jane had for them, even if she wasn't willing to admit it.
Maura visibly started taking in her surroundings. "So, this is your bedroom huh? I like it." She demurely sat on the bed, surveying the posters on the wall and the furniture. Jane felt butterflies in her stomach. In her opinion her room wasn't much to see. It had what she needed, a full size bed, dresser, desk, closet and some of her personal trinkets, various sports awards she'd received. Nothing about it was high end. In fact, most of the furniture was given to her family from extended family or things they'd picked up at garage sales or thrift stores. But it was home, and it was comfy.
"Um, thanks. I'm sure it's nothing like what you've got in Paris, but it works for me."
Maura leaned back slightly, her eyelids dropping ever so subtly, but the look was unmistakable. My girlfriend is in my bedroom, on my bed! Excitement and nerves began to war in her body. She tried to hear where her brothers were, but they seemed to be out of earshot. Knowing her family though, the chance of someone walking in was a given, it was just a matter of when.
Clearing her throat, Jane glanced down at their luggage that her brothers had haphazardly discarded to begin pummeling each other. "Uh, maybe we should work on getting you settled in?"
Her heart sinking slightly, Maura stood up and walked toward Jane to inventory the luggage. "Yes, that's a good idea." Unable to resist, she quickly stood on her tiptoes and gave Jane a quick peck on the cheek. "Thanks for inviting me to stay with you." Jane could feel the blush creeping up her neck, and glanced down, trying to play it off.
"Thanks for coming. I hope you still like me after hanging out with my family," she winked.
They spent the next hour unpacking. She showed Maura where she could put her stuff, and then gave her the tour of the house. Jane put in a load of laundry, and when they passed through the kitchen, it was clear that Mama Rizzoli was pulling out all the stops for dinner. It smelled divine, and Jane's stomach rumbled in anticipation. She had missed her mother's cooking at camp the last few months. The frustrating thing about good Italian food was that the smells intoxicated long before the meal was actually ready. They had hours to go before the table would be set.
Jane and Maura went outside to find her brothers, who were playing a pickup game of basketball in the driveway. Seeing the audience and wanting to impress, the game got serious pretty quickly. Jane chuckled, knowing that her brothers were desperately trying to impress the medic. If only they knew, she laughed to herself.
"Hey knuckleheads, can we play?" she finally asked, having gotten tired of the smack talk and the ridiculous show they were making. Maura caught her eye and Jane adeptly read the concern behind it. "Maybe not a full game. How about something easy, like HORSE?"
"HORSE? Are you kidding Janie? That's for kids," Tommy shot back. His sister always mocked the idea of playing HORSE.
"Aw c'mon, it's not so bad. Maura's not very familiar with basketball, and it's an easy game to learn."
They grumbled slightly but they wanted to spend more time with Jane's pretty new friend, so they agreed.
Jane quickly went over the rules, and they played several games, with Maura even scoring several baskets. After awhile, it was clear the boys were getting restless, as was Jane.
"Hey Jane, let's play one-on-one. Maura can watch and Frankie can sit out and then play the winner," Tommy suggested. He knew he was a good player and he wanted the chance for Maura to see it. Jane smirked at this idea, seeing right through the plan.
"You know I'm better than you guys. Maybe you two should play and then I play the winner. Make it a tougher competition." After some bantering about who was better than who, Jane recanted and decided to just play Tommy to get him to shut up. Frankie and Maura retired to the porch to watch the action.
Jane had missed the pick up games with her brothers. Though they were both younger than her, they both nearly matched her in height. She found herself quickly enjoying the game with Tommy, teasing him that he'd picked up some new skills while she'd been away.
After the game, which Jane won, they both glanced over to find Frankie and Maura in a fairly in-depth conversation. "Hey, hey, lovebirds, I think you two missed the game!" Tommy shouted to get their attention. Frankie shot his brother a withering look, and Maura looked slightly guilty.
"I'm sorry, it was my fault. We were just talking. Frankie was telling me about some fun things to do in Boston while I'm here." Jane grunted. Truthfully, she wasn't so worried about Frankie. He was a good boy, and though she knew he didn't stand a chance with Maura, it still caused waves of jealousy to rise inside of her. Now she'd have to leave her notorious flirt of a brother Tommy bench side (or porch side in this case) with Maura to defend her basketball title. Great, she thought sarcastically.
"All right lazy bones, you had your rest. Now it's time to take on the best. But first I need some water, and Tommy probably does too." He nodded, wiping the sweat off his brow. "Maura, you wanna help me grab some drinks? We can see how much longer it will be before dinner."
As they made their way into the kitchen, the fragrance from the kitchen wafted out to them. Jane asked her about dinner, which Angela admitted would be in about an hour. Maura politely asked if there was anything she could do to help, which pleased Jane's mother immensely.
"Oh, thank you dear, but I've got it under control. You go out and have fun with Jane and the boys. I'll let you know when you all should come inside and clean up."
Jane handed Maura a couple bottles of Gatorade and they headed back to the front yard. Right before opening the front door, Jane quietly warned Maura about Tommy and his flirtatious ways. "He's a good kid, but just…I don't know, don't be surprised. He's got a reputation, even at his age, for being a flirt." Maura nodded, not knowing exactly what she was expected to do with this information, but appreciated it all the same.
After rehydrating, Frankie and Jane took to the "court." Jane knew she had a bit of an uphill battle since she was already tired from playing Tommy and Frankie, being older, was more of a challenge. But she battled it out, glancing frequently at Tommy and Maura on the porch swing. On more than one occasion, Jane missed an easy basket or an elementary block because she was trying to keep tabs on them. Get back in the game Rizzoli. They're on the freaking porch. They can't do very much there, but Jane's senses kept sidetracking her resolve. She won the game, but barely.
Frankie was ecstatic. He had never been so close to beating his big sister in basketball. Maybe all that practice with Tommy and some of the guys at the playground were finally paying off!
Before Jane could throw any barbs at Tommy, Angela yelled for them to get cleaned up for dinner. Jane was drenched from playing, and she asked her mother if she had time for a quick shower. Her mother said she could, and Maura offered to set the table since Jane was unavailable to do so, which Angela happily accepted. Geez, Maura's gonna be the daughter that Ma wished she had!, she chuckled to herself on the way to the shower.
As Maura was placing the final fork in position, Mr. Rizzoli came home. Maura introduced herself since no one else was around to do so. She immediately could see the family resemblance between he and Jane as she looked into his eyes. He also had a demeanor, even in a couple seconds of knowing him that showed a sincere and reasonable person. Jane is lucky to have such a warm family, she thought.
Jane came down the stairs. "Hey Pop! Long time, no see, eh?" He quickly pulled his little girl, who was now taller than him, into a big bear hug.
"There's my working girl, back from the ends of the earth!" She smiled happily. She'd always had a strong connection with her father, who usually helped balance out the emotional eruptions of her mother.
"Dinner time!" Angela announced. Everyone quickly took their places at the dinner table.
Maura politely portioned out the food that was passed to her, while the rest of the Rizzolis more liberally heaped piles of lasagna, bread, and salad onto their plates. After taking a bite of lasagna, Maura complimented Mrs. Rizzoli on her wonderful meal. Jane and her brothers chimed in too, but between bites of food. Jane and Maura talked about camp and what it was like, how things were different, and if they thought they'd go back next year. Even the boys seemed interested in what their sister had been up to for the last few months.
"So, Maura, how long you gonna stay with us?" Tommy asked bluntly.
"Um, I'm not sure. Probably a couple days. I still need to buy my ticket back to Paris," she admitted. She wasn't really sure how long she was welcome, but a couple days seemed to be a safe assumption, thinking back to the adage about fish and house guests.
"Oh, that's right! Ma mentioned that you were from France. That's so cool! Can you speak French?" Tommy continued.
"Of course she can speak French!" Jane replied, thinking the question was stupid. "She goes to school there, after all. But she isn't actually from France. She's American, but she's going to boarding school over there." Maura smiled, pleased that Jane paid such close attention to the details of her life.
"Boarding school?" Tommy snorted. "When do you see your family?"
Glancing at Maura, Jane could see that it was a sensitive topic, so she jumped in, trying to make up for the lack of manners her brother was displaying. "She sees them. They…uh, they travel a lot, and they wanted Maura to have a good education, so that's why they sent her to the boarding school. But Maura does really well there. She's very smart."
Maura gave a half-hearted smile at Jane's attempt to save her socially. She wouldn't have described herself as doing 'really well' at boarding school, at least not socially, but what she lacked in that area she more than made up for academically.
Frankie, also sensing Maura's discomfort, tried to jump in and help, too. "Well, I think it would be cool to go to school in France. Different country, getting to live on your own . . . sounds like a good situation to me."
"What are you saying, Frankie? You don't like living here? You don't like seeing your mother?" Angela replied, laying on a guilt trip. Jane rolled her eyes. Ugh. If there was a wrong way to take something, she thought her mother would usually find a way to take it that way.
"Ma, I don't think that's what Frankie was saying. Just that it would be different, a different experience to be at a boarding school instead of coming home." She had to pull this one out of the fire, and flattery usually worked. "But I'm sure Frankie wouldn't want to give up your cooking, right bro?" she suggested.
"You bet. I don't think I could give that up for adventures abroad. Even Italy can't hold a candle to your cooking, Ma," he replied, picking up the olive branch that Jane was waving under his nose. Jane caught the grateful look he sent her.
"Oh, you kids," Angela replied, but was clearly flattered by the compliments.
After dinner, Jane, Maura, and Angela cleared the table and Angela scooped out little bowls of peppermint ice cream for everyone. It was a cleansing end to a delicious meal.
Maura offered to help clean up afterward, but Angela shooed her away, encouraging her and Jane to go have fun. Jane suggested that they go for a walk around the neighborhood, mostly so that she could get away from her brothers, who, in her opinion, were far too preoccupied with Maura.
"Jane, you have a lovely family," Maura said as they began to meander down the block.
"Thanks," she replied. "They're okay. My brothers certainly like you, and I think Ma does, too." They walked around different blocks. Jane shared tales of the various predicaments she'd gotten into or managed to get out of. She told her about her neighbors, their kids, and even their pets. Maura loved hearing Jane talk. There was so much history that surrounded Jane, generations of stories.
Finally they turned to go back to the house. Maura heard Jane sigh. "I really wish I could go to Paris with you. It would be so cool to be able to take walks and you could tell me about the people and the buildings."
Maura squeezed her hand, but could not find the heart to reply. She still held out hope that maybe the Rizzoli parents would change their mind. She didn't have long to convince them, but she very badly wanted Jane to see the streets of Paris and all the other things it had to offer. She also didn't want to leave her. Their time was running out.
Even their time that evening was vanishing as they were slowly taking in the neighborhood. By the time they returned to the house, Jane's folks had gone to bed and her brothers were watching a late night crime show on television. Enjoying the time they'd had to themselves, Jane quietly asked if Maura wanted to turn in for the night. Watching her seductively, Jane heard her reply "uh-huh" while skimming her fingers along the inside of her forearm.
"We're gonna go to bed guys. See you in the morning," Jane called out to her brothers, who only quickly glanced in their direction before turning back to the television. Without further preamble, Jane followed Maura up the stairs, enjoying the view along the way.
Once they get to Jane's bedroom, Maura turned to her expectantly. "So are we finally alone?"
Jane laughed, than reached for her girlfriend's hips while cocking her head to listen. "I think we are." She leaned in and gently kissed the girl in her arms, pulling her closer. Maura reached up and entangle her hands in Jane's dark locks, deepening the kiss. She can feel Jane guiding her back slowly until the backs of her knees connect with Jane's bed. With the lightest of pushes, she is sitting on the bed, looking up at Jane's darkened eyes and wide grin.
"Wait, wait," Maura pleaded. "Uh . . . let's get ready for bed first, and then we can . . . come back."
Jane leaned down, again capturing her girl's lips. "I think this is going pretty well."
With extreme difficulty, Maura managed to break off the kiss, her breathing erratic. God, how can she do this to me in a manner of minutes? Adopting a teasing tone while Jane began to plant little kisses on her neck, she replied, "It is going well, but I'd much rather be ready for bed…in my pajamas, so that I can fall asleep with you." Jane continued to kiss down her neck, clearly unconvinced. Maura could feel herself losing her resolve. "You remember my pajamas, right? The satiny ones?" She felt Jane pause.
Jane did remember those pajamas. They were a matching short/ tank-top set that looked amazing on her and were heaven to touch. She also remembered that the pajamas seemed to have very easy access to lots of places on Maura's body that she definitely wanted to access.
"The blue ones?" she rasped, causing Maura to gulp down the pleasure she had just by hearing Jane's voice in such an aroused state.
"Yes," she breathed, feeling her wetness continue to pool between her legs.
"Hmpf. Okay, I guess I'll let you go," Jane relented. "But you better not be kidding about those pajamas. If you come out in the Eiffel Tower flannel pj's, I will not be pleased," she groused. She really didn't mind Maura's cute pink pajamas, but she had to put on a good show, after all.
"Would I do that to you?" Maura asked innocently, reaching up to quickly peck Jane's pouty lips before lifting herself off the bed.
"Well, you do tend to lead a girl on," Jane replied teasingly. "But luckily, I have managed to lure you to my home, my bedroom, and my bed, for at least a few days, so I think the odds are in my favor."
She jokingly scowled at Jane, and then disappeared for the bathroom down the hall. In the meantime Jane changed into her sleep clothes – a tank top and pajama shorts with little dogs on them – while Maura was away. After about fifteen minutes, the medic came back, freshly showered and in the promised blue sleep set. Tamping down on her immediate impulse to pick up exactly where they had left off, Jane excused herself so that she could brush her teeth and take care of her pre-bed activities, which took her only a few minutes.
Returning back to the bedroom, Jane closed the door, pausing to take the precious step she nearly forgot when they first got to the bedroom. She locked the door. Can't be too careful with horny little brothers and nosy mothers around. She turned to face the girl in her room at last, and slowly began to saunter toward her. "Now where were we?"
Leaning up from where she had laid down on the bed, she gripped the straps of Jane's tank top. "I think I can remind you," she said before aggressively kissing Jane, causing the brunette's knees to go weak.
Jane worked quickly to compensate for her knees, and managed to land on the other side of Maura on the bed. She loved the take-charge Maura when she came out to play. Jane benignly placed her hand on Maura's side, enjoying the feel of the pajamas she was promised, and Maura continued to explore her girlfriend's mouth with her tongue.
The hazel-eyed teen moved down Jane's neck, kissing and sucking along the way as she shifted her weight to be on top of Jane. With the shift of weight, Jane lay prone under her girlfriend, and easily moved her hands from where they were balanced on her hips under the medic's shirt (flimsy as it was) up her back. God, I love this! she thought, marveling at the velvety softness of the warm skin beneath her hands.
Maura was also enjoying have Jane in a submissive position. She scooted down her body and began kissing on her stomach. Jane whimpered helplessly, and felt her wetness grow, not realizing until then that her stomach was such an erogenous zone. The small noise caused her girlfriend to look up and make sure she was okay. Meeting dark, hooded eyes, she grinned evilly, realizing that she was accomplishing just what she was hoping to.
Slowly Maura began creeping up Jane's stomach, enjoying the sensation of the ripped abs beneath her lips, and gathering the shirt as she advanced. She admired the strength that rippled through her girlfriend's slender body. Scenes of that afternoon's basketball game flashed briefly through her mind, when she was able to subtly observe Jane keep her brother's at bay, watching the sweat gather on her back and roll down her neck to places she wasn't able to see. She secretly smiled to herself. Well, she would be able to see them, in a manner of speaking, tonight.
Meanwhile, Jane wriggled helplessly beneath her, unsure if she wanted the seductive torture on her torso to stop or keep going. She inhaled sharply as she felt Maura's hand and mouth descend in concert on her breasts. Oh God! Jane tightened her grip on Maura's back, trying desperately to find something to ground herself from the flood of hormones coursing through her. Another small whimper escaped her.
"Do you like this?" Maura asked her, teasingly, knowing full well that she did.
Now there's talking! Oh God! I'm supposed to talk back. Quick, respond, respond! Jane managed to grunt out an affirmative reply.
"Oh, good. I wouldn't want to be making you uncomfortable. But I think you could be more comfortable. So let's get rid of this," she commanded, tugging off Jane's tank top. Maura quickly reconnected with Jane's soft mounds after throwing the top aside, teasing her nipples with her mouth and hand mercilessly. Once satisfied, she switched her actions to lavish her mouth on the other breast and massage the thoroughly kissed one.
Jane's hands were tangled in Maura's beautiful locks, the scent of her shampoo was all she could smell, the weight of Maura on her and the sensation of her expert teasing surrounded her. She gripped and clawed, but knew she was at the mercy of another. Maura slipped her thigh between the supine teen's thighs, grinding against her core. She moved up to begin sucking at Jane's pulse point. The dark brunette could feel her breathing becoming more and more erratic.
"Maura..," she pleaded, as she screwed her eyes shut, trying to ride through the waves of pleasure roiling through her body. She wanted more; she needed more. "Please…"
Maura realized what she had done, and she knew it wasn't fair. She eased back from her grinding motions and lightened her onslaught of her girlfriend's neck. She wanted to take Jane, and it was hard not to continue with the actions she had already set in motion. But she knew that she didn't want to take her in her childhood bed, even with the door locked.
Jane realized that Maura was slowing down, easing back, and she opened her eyes. Her chest was still heaving, but was beginning to come back under her control. Maura looked up at her, trying to read her expression. Was she angry, hurt, confused? Jane's eyes were dark and clouded. The medic could only read arousal on the perspiring athlete's face. She placed a sweet, slow kiss on her lips, trying to communicate that she was sorry she had gone so far, but wasn't sorry enough to take back any of her actions.
Slightly slower on the uptake, the tall teen returned the kiss half a beat later, somehow understanding what it meant. Her breathing had nearly returned to its normal cadence, and Maura snuggled closer to her topless soon-to-be lover.
"You make it hard to slow down," Maura stated into the dark bedroom, listening to Jane's heartbeat.
Jane's laughter rung out, surprising Maura. "Well, I don't recall saying that you had to stop," she pointed out practically.
"True, you didn't. But there will still be time for…us," she replied, trying to stifle a yawn unsuccessfully. Jane caught the yawn and kissed the top of her girlfriend's head.
"Seems like someone is sleepy. And here I thought I'd have a chance to pay you back."
Maura nuzzled against the slightly salty neck, enjoying the smell that was uniquely Jane. "I'll still be here tomorrow." Jane pulled her closer and draped the bed sheets and comforter over both of them.
"Good." She kissed her forehead once more and quietly listened as the medic's breathing steadied out and Jane was sure she was asleep.
"I'm not sure how I can let you go," she whispered to the darkness.